Guess Who is Coming to Dinner-(Doc)

[Dominique]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Please note that Doc mun is playing the part of Dr. Eli Olmstead, and Minx Mun is playing the part of Lt. Rick Brown

Doc: Dr. Eli Olmstead was the coroner that got the call. He had traded on-call weeks for a co-worker who wanted to go visit their ailing mother out west. Regretting that trade, was not exactly true, because he would want someone to take his week if an emergency had happened to his family, but he came close to regretting it. He had never seen a scene like this on before. The bodies were, for lack of better word, brutalized. Both victims had the same cause of death, exsanguination. But that was where the similarities ended. Both victims died of blood loss. But each victim had a unique set of wounds that caused the blood loss. The male victim, Dr. Lars Nilson bled out quickly; his wife was not so lucky, she bled out much slower. But pain wise, the Doctor felt every ounce of blood that left his body, whereas his wife, had slowly leaked out. So slowly she would have gotten groggy and passed out long before death claimed her.

Staring at the bodies that still laid where they died, apart from the subtle movements Eli had been forced to do, such as liver temps and the like, he waited for Lt. Rick Brown to arrive, for his walk through, and so that Eli could sign off the scene to him.


Dominique: Lt. Rick Brown had been in his unmarked car picking at the peeling covering the steering wheel in front of him. When he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and thought to start in on the driver's door panel with the edge of a few otherwise jingling he used better judgement than he had in the past and stepped out of his assigned car. From there he was in the front lawn and in the rain far longer than he wanted to be.

It was ridiculous how long he, of all people, was forced to sit like one of the neighbor’s domestic staff watching for some freaking sign that something was happening besides the rise of the precipitation levels for the night. It was a god damned mess is what it was and it was getting worse with each slow as a sad **** hour that dragged on. Rain, then sleet, then back to snow. Not only couldn’t the weather make up it’s ******* mind but half the idiots handling the scene couldn’t do the task either. He had enough of the ********. In a ‘take-no-prisoners’ pace he walked his six foot and then some frame towards the front door. This time he was not taking no for an answer.

“Alright get the **** out of the way.” The wet dark curls on the top of his thirty-something head were brushed back roughly with his large thick fingers. “Unless you got another reason for me to be standing out here besides turning into a prune? I am calling it. Now move the hell out of the way or get the call that no one wants from downtown. Next *** to stand in my way gets a size thirteen and a free trip to the moon.”


Doc: Eli had had the day from hell, he was getting too old for this, and now he could hear Rick berating the officer at the door. Moving out of the main room, of the scene of the crime, he called out to Rick. “Rick! He is only following orders.” He points to the coveralls, “Trust me.. you will want to wear them.”

Eli wasn’t lying. He couldn’t wait to get out of this house and go have a scalding hot shower, that he prayed would wash the stench off of him. As a coroner, he was used to bodies. He was used to crime scenes, but this one.. this gave him the creeps. With every crime scene the perp always messed up and left some sort of clue, trail, or sign. But this one.. There were no prints, no weapons, nothing to say what kind of weapon did this. The only clear cut clue they had, were bloody cat prints.

Eli knew that Rick was in a foul mood from having to cool his heels outside for close to eight hours, but that mood would be sweet compared to the one that Rick would spiral into once he found out first hand what he was being handed. As much as Eli respected Rick, he was going to make damn sure, all the papers were signed sealed and safely tucked into his coat before he left the scene.

“Suit up Rick.. and I will give you the walk through..”



Dominique: Suit up? Now he was getting asked to step in. It must be his lucky night after all. The grey coat factory knock off was in the process of being pulled off his shoulders before some idiot rookie came up from behind and tried helping with the removal. He tugged the jacket away and tossed it at the uniformed chest in front of him.

“Listen…” He was multi-tasking sliding into the crime unit gear that was required for him to wear. “I will give you some advice. Don’t work hard to get a badge and be reduced to undressing assholes like me. Grow a set and get a suit and let’s go in. I will show you why you always wanted to be a cop. Eli will lead the way because that is what Eli does.”

Rick had issues. That was no secret. Eli had a look more than once or twice at his file. It was shared between departments as Rick was bounced around during disciplinary action. One thing out side that common knowledge was that Rick was damn good at what he did. He was nearly as crazy as the twisted sons of bitches that pulled these mortifying stunts. Rick was one of those others just had to get used to and tolerate because he could deliver when it came down to him being needed to do the job.

“By the way, I am Rick. The asshole lieutenant you have heard so much about.” He brushed by the rookie’s shoulder as he stepped further into the crime scene.

Rick was not entirely sure if the kid really had heard about him but he was feeling special for the moment since he was finally out of the rain. the fact the pads of his fingers looked like white shriveled up grapes was beside the point. He had himself a minion ready to hold his **** for him.If that wasn’t a win he didn't know what was.


Doc: Eli felt the weight of the world suddenly shifting, yes. Rick was playing ‘big man on campus’ and Eli would use it to his advantage. Rick knew his stuff, and he liked making sure others knew.. that he knew his stuff. And Rick shined when he had an audience. Eli had envisioned Rick being an *** about signing the paperwork before entering, but with the newbie uniform tagging along, there was way no way Rick balk at policy and procedures. Rick would be every inch the perfect homicide detective.

Eli waited politely there by the door as the two men traded jackets for the white forensic coveralls and cotton booties that needed to cover their clothes and shoes. Yes the booties were probably overkill at the point in the investigation, the photos were done, but if they missed anything, and had to come back for more photos, the less damage to the scene the better.

Just as Rick and his protege were about to step deeper into the home, Eli smiled that calm easy going smile of his, “First things first..” He held out the clip board to Rick, but addressing his words to the rookie standing beside Rick. “Protocols, you understand.” Eli’s voice took on the tone of instruction, “We are about to do a walk through, now that CSI has finished the initial processing of the scene, and I have released to the bodies to be taken to the morgue. The walk though lets the Detective in charge see the scene how it was found. Nothing has been moved, except for life saving measures and the like. Procedures dictate that before the detective in charge,” He looked at Rick then back to the rookie, “in this case Lt. Brown here, enters the scene, he must sign on off the documents here. No signature.” He looked pointedly at Rick, “No walk through.”


Dominique: Rick bobbed his head slightly back and forth as he patted down the suit that covered his pockets he no longer had access to even if there was a pen to be found. He looked at the rookie and gave him a lightning quick pat down that left the kid blinking fast. Rick nodded once upward at him to signal he could chill and relax.

“No reason to sweat, Junior.” The pen was pulled out from beneath the clip on the handy board it was attached to. “Making sure what you are going in with isn’t anything more than I am walking in with. “First thing about this field trip you should be prepared for is if you have a weak gut, don’t like to see someone’s grandma wearing her panties around her neck or her legs tied around the yule post riding it like a pogo stick then may want to not sign on the dotted line.” The sound of the pen in Rick’s hand scratching over the paper beneath it was brief. “You are about to enter a twisted funhouse unlike anything you likely can find in the Horror selection on Netflix.” The clipboard was handed over to the rookie and he waited to see what he would do next. He looked over to Eli whom he was pretty sure was wondering how he knew just how bad it was inside. “I can smell it. Something evil has had their hands on the inside.”

[Doc]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Please note that Doc mun is playing the part of Dr. Eli Olmstead, and Minx Mun is playing the part of Lt. Rick Brown

Dominique:The rookie felt the hard edge of the clipboard press into each of his gloved palms. He licked his dry lips nervously and wondered if he could take seeing some old broad set up like that...like Rick described. He glanced over at him and tried to figure out in the brief amount of time he had if the man was serious and had seen stuff like that. He swallowed slowly and with his left hand signed his name up for the tour that was about to begin.


Doc: The clipboard was all but snatched free of the rookie’s hands the millisecond the pen finished its job. The paper’s pulled free of the clipboard’s grasp, folded and securely tucked inside Eli’s coveralls. Eli allowed himself a freeing breath. He was off the hook, it was all Lt. Rick Brown’s scene now. He drew in a deep breath, and then slowly let it exhale in a cleansing manner. “Well boys..” Eli gave them both a no nonsense look, “As best we can tell, this is the beginning of the scene. How do we know this? Due to the state of dryness of the blood.” Eli.pulled a penlight flashlight and flashed the spot. “Now you will see small spots well dried, partially covered by wetter spots. What does this tell us?” He glanced at the rookie who wasn’t able to answer, “It tells us, that blood fell here.. headed this direction” He pointed down the hallway, “Then something else happened some time later, not immediately, because the first spot had time to dry, before it was overlaid with more blood. Follow me..”

Eli followed the blood trail, spot lighting the various blotches and spatters on the way. “That room is the scene of the most heinous bits.. so we will hold that for last.” Eli flicks the light toward the study, before he headed further down the hallway, “Victim number 1, whom we believe to be Doctor Lars Nilson, was struck with a blade of sort sort, we know this due to the type of splatter, he then retreated in this direction, where he was struck again. This time though, however, it was a blunt force hit. He hit the floor here.. and stayed down for a period of time.” The light stayed on a pool of coagulated blood. “He eventually got up.. smearing the blood, with his hand as he got to his feet.”

The flashlight beam now went the to wall, “He braces himself on the wall here.. and further along here.. He picks up the phone .. he still has landline.. only to find that the phone is dead. He pulls the knife from the butcher block and heads back down the hall.” Eli was about to continue, when the Rookie pointed at the tiny paw prints. “Good eye rookie.” He looked at Rick, “Rookie has instincts.” Eli’s face wore a look of confusion. “We can’t cannot figure these out. They only appear in this room. None of the other rooms. The maid swears they didn’t have a pet. She thought they were rat tracks.. but CSI says they are feline, most likely kitten.”


Dominique: Rick had a chip on his shoulder the size of a PIzza Hut serving tray. However, now that the tour started there was the fact Eli knew his **** and then some. The badge under his suit stuck to his nothing special business shirt could open doors that were otherwise chained and could demand answers that most wouldn’t spill in a confession booth. But the power it held only went so far when it came to the man leading the way. He could pull the attitude and be the cockiest suit with a badge on the streets but there was a reason why he wasn’t interrupting the guy with the flashlight. Because it was a crime scene and now that his *** was inside it was all business. He was with Junior in audience mode. Lips shut and absorbing all the information being pointed out like a dry sponge. Opinions would have their time later when the tour was over. Or...until the rookie spots the trail of kitten size tracks.

“No one has seen it since?” Of course they hadn’t. Eli said as much. “We need to call the next of kin. Who are we looking at talking to? This is not random. People who do this…” He squats down and gets a look at the blood that he can smell. Dry or not each had it’s own scent just like urine. “Someone is waiting for us to call them.”

The tour isn’t done yet but it is a gut feeling. Just from the brief amount he has set eyes on he figures family. They are old and in the same house with each other. Insurance policy? They are loaded. A scab scraping deadbeat child who has lost their patience waiting for what they aren’t entitled to? Why he thinks family and not lover or shortchanged pool guy is based on more than what he is looking at. It is that tell-tale knot in his gut that twists a little more when he rises to stand back on his feet.


Doc: Eli had seen the bodies, they had not. In his professional opinion, if it was a family that had done .. what was done to those bodies; it was a family member in serious need of psychiatric help. In one way, Eli had been in awe, the depth of the incisions on Mrs Nilson, were uniform. That required time and control. But those incisions showed no hesitation marks. The tell tale pulling of the skin, because of indecision. No, they were all precisely alike. It baffled him. Really baffled him. He had stopped counting when he hit 100 incisions on the face and neck alone.

Eli held his hand toward the study. “Now before we go inside, I want you to brace yourselves. There is no shame in not wanting to see. I knew a detective that never looked at the bodies, because it made to close for him, too real, and it took away his objectivity. CSI took over a 1000 photos. There is more on those photos than you could ever take in with your eyes.” He looked at Rick. “Once it is seen .. it cannot be unseen.”

Eli was, in his own way, trying to allow Rick to save face, and not see the abomination that was in that room. He turned to look at the Rookie, “No shame at all.”


Dominique: Rick nodded with Eli’s delivery of the words of warning to the young and promising rookie in their company. Had half the time invested in the profession compared to Eli’s time served. Still in that short span he had seen things he would never forget. It was the creepy **** with animals and kids that really was the hardest to shake. The couple was older and that shouldn’t make it any easier but for some reason he could stomach a married old couple smeared around the inside of their home far easier than the fucked up **** that was out there happening to kids and their best friend Toto or Whiskers. He believed there was a special hell reserved for the bastards that made such crimes their continuing hobby. He glanced at the pale face that was looking a little uneasy next to him. He could handle it.The kid would too. He made the decision for the rookie and patted his gloved open palm at the suited up chest.

“That’s right. Some **** you can’t forget. Such as my ex wife riding my ex partner's lap when I came home early from the shift I was covering for the prick.” Rick gave the kid’s shoulder a light squeeze.”When that happens get rid of the *****. Keep the partner who will have your back. That reminds me I need to send them anniversary card. Can you believe they have lasted three years now, Eli?”


Doc: Eli had tried. He had tried to give Rick an out. Hell he had tried to give the kid an out. But Rick was arrogant and he had to be ‘the man’. Fine. He would let Rick see it all. Eli gave the Rookie a sympathetic look. He led the way to the study, he wasn’t going to look at it anymore than he needed to. Eli had enough of the scene in his mind’s eye to keep up from sleeping for the rest of his life. It was definitely going to be a three finger scotch night. Taking a deep breath, and swallowing hard, he stepped into the study. The sun had set. The only light that was on, was a desk lamp that bathed the room in an eerie manner. The shadows were elongated and gave the room a spooky and satanic aura. As Eli stepped into the center of the room, a floorboard squeaked, the lamp shook ever so slightly causing the shadows to dance for a second. Eli kept his eyes focused on the toes of his shoes.


Dominique: Rick used that brief contact on the rookies shoulder and weighed in on him assisting him to move through the doorway. He made sure to advance a step for every one that the kid in front of him made. It was less like a crime scene and more like he was the guy stuck moving the line forward in a haunted house. The rookie was finally inside and it was at that moment things went backasswards.

Just when he thought he was finally get to feel the thrill of seeing something new in a case he could sink his teeth into that he felt the decent weight of the rookie slam back into him and nearly knock him a foot to the left. A gagging sound followed the kid as he bolted the direction that they had come from. Rick gives a look back releasing an amused chuckle. That all ends when he turns his attention back to what he missed with someone in front of him, who is now dropping his lunch in the streets, far from the crime scene. He swallows hard and holds it down like he used to with his mother’s god awful **** paste squash. What he is given no choice but to take in, has him frozen in his steps and left standing like a flagpole unwavering.

“Holy ****....”

[Doc]

Please note that Doc mun is playing the part of Dr. Eli Olmstead

“I told you so..” Were the disgruntled words that Eli wanted to say. Wanted to, but didn’t. He would be the professional that Rick wasn’t. He didn’t begrudge Rick his skill with sniffing out the perps; but it did irk him that Rick so easily brushed off his words of caution. Did Rick think he was saying things, just to hear himself speak? Obviously. That, or, Eli gave in the devil’s advocate, Rick thought he was only trying to give the Rookie a way out. Eli sighed to himself, it had been a long day. He shouldn’t take his ire out on Rick. Eli himself had discounted the words of the first officer on the scene who warned him.

With the Rookie now outside, puking his guts up, Eli had a feeling he wouldn’t be back any too soon. Steeling himself once more, for the scene, that wasn’t getting any easier to see, Eli aimed the pen light beam at the body of Dr. Lars Nilson. “Dr. Lars Nilson, well respected surgeon, with a history of anger issues. The body has received a superficial wound to the neck, it would not have caused him to bleed out. there is also blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Not hard enough to kill, just hard enough to incapacitate.” Eli aimed the beam of light toward the blood trail that had led in from the hallway.

“You will notice that the blood trail is faint at best. As I said, superficial. The pool of blood in the hallway, came from the head wound. Head wounds always bleed like a son of a *****. But this wound he had staunched, with a tea towel.” The light beam flicked to a tea towel that was folded neatly and laid to the side. Eli looked at Rick, then to the blood spray that criss crossed the room in .. what could be described as a macabre artistic flair, “Notice the precision of the blood spray. Four lines evenly apart and arced, in a repeated fashion over the whole room. This is a weapon I, in all my forty plus years on the job, have never seen.”

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique.

Rick gives some time to mull over the fact he has really never seen anything like it either. This was not the typical single blade at work on one of those Rambo knives as he liked to refer to the unique and overkill version of the beefed up tradition survival knife concept. Fourteen split saw teeth are in the design of the spine and serves the purpose of sawing through anything short of a towering redwood if given enough time or the bones of recently downed prey or enemy. Crocodile Dundee wouldn’t stand a chance and neither would an affluent over educated old rich couple. the very couple who had nothing left to say beyond the story of what their bodies left behind. It was disturbing and still hard to stomach. The cooled deceased forms seemed to spend their final minutes discovering there were surprises that would sneak up on and take a breath away despite how many years they had been alive.

Rick was in agreement with Eli. The pattern of blood spray left behind was not the work of one blade but a set of four simultaneously striking. And not just the typical intentional premeditated striking. This was a dexterous move of a killer that could handle four blades like one and do it with such force like any other he had seen the work of. The pattern was nearly beautiful in its presentation while he stood back to appreciate it more. Slowly his eyes tracked it’s length and span from each beginning point to its end.

“It was over him…” Rick glanced over to Eli while the sounds of the suit moved with his steps to guess the measurement with his own steps. Whatever was already in the scene notes would be verified with what he considered his own expert opinion. “It was a slaughter with no chance on the victims part in defending.” He scratched his chin as much as he could with the crime scene gear on. “This is not good, Eli. We have something disturbing on our hands. It reminds me of that character in that one movie about those freaks of nature or whatever…” Rick rarely watched movies but the pattern immediately had him thinking of the bladed hands of Wolverine. “Mutton chops dude. You know the one with the Elvis like pompadour style...Wolverine!” The investigator pointed his finger out as his hand came down on the opposite open palm. The room was like becoming unreal as he glanced around further. It was impossible to wrap his mind around without seeing it as he was. “It certainly wasn’t Edward Scissorhands. So, since it isn’t the movies who in the hell carries around such a weapon and more importantly why these two? I still think this is the work of someone clearly invested in this specific outcome. A lot of it is intimate but not exactly screaming personal to me if you know what I mean. There is a message.”

Rick looks at the body of the deceased female sitting in the chair facing the fireplace again and something draws him in closer. The fact her hand is linked in her dead as a doornail spouse between their respective seating is noted. But something else catches his attention immediately.His head moved like a cocker spaniels checking out what it had not noticed before. The rustle of the material over his shoes creates the sound of the friction between carpet and his steps.

[Doc]

Please note that Doc mun is playing the part of Dr. Eli Olmstead

“Surprisingly enough.. the grandkids brought that movie over and we watched it. That was the first thing I thought of too. But that is only a three bladed weapon. And ..” Eli looked at Rick, “believe it or not, those things are actually made. You know I am not big on technology, but Hooper, my assistant is. He pulled this up on my phone. I saved it. I think the situation behooves me to look deeper into the weapon, if for nothing else, to rule it out.” Eli pulls out his cell phone, fumbles with it for several minutes.

If Eli had bothered to glance at Rick, he would have noticed that Rick was barely controlling himself. Eli’s lack of expertise with gadgetry was about to drive Rick batty. “Ahh.. here we go. This thing. It supposed to mimic that effect of the Mutton Chop man from the movie. But,” Eli finally looked at Rick, “Here is the problem with that.. even in the photograph, you can see the blade are hefty. Far too thick to make these fine razor like incisions.” Eli bent over the female’s body. “And look here.. “ Eli pointed to the female’s chest. “What do you notice?”

Eli was silent as Rick perused the body in obvious Rick fashion. The female body was lacerated in a criss crossing manner, that caused all exposed skin to seep and weep blood. The criss crosses were almost exactly three centimeters from point to point. It was almost as though they were precisely measured before each oncoming blow, to make sure they would be correct. “These cuts are so precise. I could not do it .. on a flat piece of paper, yet this perpetrator was able to do this precision cutting on a non-flat surface, and while the victim.. was moving.”

Eli nodded, “Yes.. the victim was still alive and moving throughout this ordeal. We can tell that from the different blood weeping patterns that caused the blood to run. At one point her arms were up and folded in front of her face, as a means of protection. My guess is though, that she passed out .. or fainted from blood loss, and that was the cause of death. My other guess would have been stress induced heart attack..”

Rick looked at Eli, “Would have been? **** man.. she’s a 100 years old.. of course it was heart attack if it wasn’t blood loss…”

Eli sagely nodded, “Quite right.. except.. “ Eli flipped a blood soaked lace tie back so Rick could get a better view. “The killer took her heart. Hooper didn’t even realize it, until I had to point it out to the man. He had been so focused on the .. what he called the ‘beauty of the cuts’ he missed that she had a hole in her chest. Without the organ I cannot say it was or was not a heart attack. But I do know.. the heart was removed.. post-mortem.”

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique.

The cuts are truly flawless and precise as Eli mentioned. This weapon was not only unique, so was the skill behind it. Patterns of blood spray were not the only ones present. The flesh was a canvas of similar fine, deep slices that were placed with more intent than someone who had snapped. These two were chosen long before this happened. Why? That was one question that chewed on his mind.

This was someone who was always in control even in the act of killing. Comfortable and efficient. Rick’s eyes settled on the discolored hands that were linked then traveled upward over to the bloody ball of shoulder bone, expertly cleaved flesh and finally to the bulk of what would be the woman’s chest. Material was somewhat still in place. Another detail to be noted in the way the killer worked. It was a touch of dignity applied or...not.

Rick watched Eli do the honors of unveiling what now was clearly the reason the material was stuck to the body otherwise sliced nearly beyond any recognition. It was like a wrapper hiding what was to be of far more importance than the fine shredding of the mass of the body itself. There was a dark deep hole that was about the size of his own balled up fist which he extended close to the target area of his focus without touching it. The affluent female who appeared to have not been the target for robbery or a random kill in fact just landed in a whole other category. She was missing her heart. The slow lean of his body brought his investigative eyes a little closer to the chest cavity. Rick was no surgeon but he knew one thing. It took interest, thought and expertise to not just kill the gray goose in the chair in front of him but to take the time to cut her heart out meant switching up the method of using the weapon responsible.

“So, the one we are looking at was here for a reason beyond using these poor bastards for pinatas.” Again he had more reason to feel the knot in his gut was telling him something that sure as hell didn’t quite make sense. “Taking trophies is not exactly what I expected.” He stepped back and stared at what was left of the woman. Finally he allowed his focus to shift to her husband. Whoever was responsible staged the couple’s current position. “What about him?”

[Doc]

Please note that Doc mun is playing the part of Dr. Eli Olmstead

Eli lifted his eyebrows and nodded, “Ah yes, Doctor Lars Nilson. Yes His heart is also missing. Again, removed post-mortem. It is my belief that his heart was removed first. I will know more once I get them both back to the morgue. But based on the cuts, there were hesitation marks, false starts, replacing of the cutting tool. All those add up to tell me, that the killer was new to organ removal. Even the opening to the torso tells a lot. It’s centered over the sternum. Anyone who was experienced, would know, that’s not going to get you much, unless you have the tools to cut sternum. This killer did not have those tools. So his chest wall has been brutalized in order to get to his heart.

“Now.. on Mrs. Nilson, you will notice the opening.. is to the left. Our killer is learning. And learning on the fly. The easiest and best way to get at and remove the heart. Also on Mrs. Nilson, the incision for removing the organ are precise. No false starts, no hesitations, just clean quick cuts. I will tell you Rick. This killer scares me. The speed at which they are learning, is phenomenal. Typically a person has to practice over the course of several months, to get that clean in their cuts. But this person, Dr. Nilson was done by an amauter, but Mrs. Nilson, a pro. How does someone get that good in one go?” Eli held up a finger, “Yes I can tell what you are thinking, two killers. But no, the style of cuts are unique to the one. Two killers there would be so many differences. There are not.” Eli sighed, “Plus.. we haven’t found one finger print, one shoe print, the only smudges have been from the victims. Yes this guy scares me.”

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique.

“And kitten tracks…” Rick breathed out as he thought over the information that Eli fed him. That was unsettling.

There was the case about seven years back where some vet off his meds decided the war was not over. After finishing his shift at the Sunnyside Suds laundromat where he was a overnight attendant he decided it was go time and took his set of pit bulls named Ernie and Bert out for a killing spree. The fact he had been picking up the homeless over the better part a decade prior and turning them into home cooked meals for him canine duo was discovered after he set them loose on a street kid who happened to be snowed and oblivious next to one of the many metal can fires to keep warm during winter nights. That really was the only time he could use as a reference where any animal was used as an accomplice in a crime such as this. A kitten for comfort perhaps? No. The one that did this was too focused and comfortable in what they were doing. They didn’t need support of a pocket sized companion. It went again the way that every aspect of the crime scene was a morbid work of art.

“Is it worth combing the scene for fur? Run it through labs?”

Rick shakes his head while his hands perch to rest at his beltline. It was becoming a pain in his *** is what it was doing. How many ******* felines are in the goddamned city anyways? Time was moving faster than he was coming up with answers. Eli is pointing out the deceased male is also lacking his heart in the place it should be when something his mentor neglects to mention is also missing becomes quickly evident.

“Hold it…” Rick’s face looked like it met up with a bitter slice of fruit. “Where the **** is his eyes?”

Perplexed he looks at Eli then to floor under their feet. It was as if he was thinking the set would magically roll forward because he pointed out they aren’t where they are supposed to be. So, parts were missing which symbolized more than the bloody showing left behind. A kitten was on the scene while it was in progress yet miraculously didn’t reside there and had no reason to be there. A four blade weapon in the very least was used by anything but the average killer they had seen before. This was a first if this was the work of a serial killer. Nothing else matched it in the files back at the station. He would know if it did.

[Doc]

Please note that Doc mun is playing the part of Dr. Eli Olmstead

Eli scratched the back of his head tiredly, “Oh yes.. the eyes. The killer took them too. Hers as well. A lot of killers take the eyes. I guess I am showing how jaded I have become. I halfway expected them to be gone when I first saw the scene.” Eli shook his head, “But this case is unlike anything I have experienced. There are so many questions, that.. in a usual case we would have -at least- some answers to. But this one.. The usual questions don’t have answers, leading to more questions.. with more lack of answers. The cat prints. CSI didn’t find a thing. Other than the prints. Not a thing.. the prints.. that was the only thing they ‘did’ find.” Eli was quiet for a long moment. Finally he spoke, “Once I get the bodies back to the morgue, the first thing I am doing is tenting them with cyanoacrylate. There have been cases in the United States where bodies had prints pulled from them. That’s one of the reasons I am still here with them. I want to make sure that they stay in my custody. No cleaning until they are both tented and any prints are pulled.”

“But don’t get your hopes up Rick. My guess .. is if we are able to pull some type of print, it will smudged and of no real use. My guess is that the killer wasn’t stupid and they wore gloves. We’ve checked all the trashcans in the house. Not even any usable trash for us to go through.”

Eli didn’t know it, but the maid Dorothy had emptied the trash cans before she called the cops. She emptied the trash cans, and the Doctor’s wife jewelry box into the same bag, and then shoved that bag into her large tote. Why had Dorothy emptied the trash cans? Because she needed another job, since this one just fell through, so she figured she might make some brownie points with the cops noticing the clean state of the house. Why had she emptied the jewelry box? Well the Mrs. wasn’t going to need it, now would she?

“Damnedest thing Rick.. damnedest thing…”

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique.

There is a part of the job of wearing a badge that no one truly likes. It is the call notifying the next of kin. They have sections on how to do it in all the training manuals. In case someone forgets there are also yearly inservices on how to do it. It doesn’t end there. If that isn’t enough to keep the skills of effective communication up to par when dealing with shock and grief there is sensitivity training to go with it. The last thing that helps the situation is someone coming off as Dirty Harry with a chip on their shoulder. Delivering the news that someone died with the tone that is used when announcing another office air fern bit the dust just doesn’t cut it.

Charles Nilson. Rick looks at the name and the rest of the information below. He blinks a couple times as he finds that the one he is about to call followed in his father’s footsteps. A snort is expelled as his hand finds his stubble on his chin. Twelve hours worth of being on the case has left a growing dark shadow forming around his lower jaw. He hated dealing with the affluent and the rocket scientists. Both had all the answers even though more often than not he was calling them to let them know they will be having one less for the next holiday gathering.

Lt. Rick Brown pulls the information put together by the green gilled rookie and leans back in the seat of the cubicle office. Time to make the call. While the number he dialed makes a connection he reads on with the rest of what is listed which is limited. The housekeeper’s contact information has his attention until the call is finally answered.